Family Secret

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Hawk Solo"] | [member="Brad Solo"]



"Yes I'm leaving over faulty Intel. Really Hawk, you should have went to a military academy when you had the chance."


In all honesty a large part of her also did not care. The Solo father meant little to nothing to her. Delila was divorced from Brad. Hawk was just a former brother-in-law. There was nothing binding her. Nothing keeping her. So typical. Brad expecting her to follow blindly. Apparently he still hadn't learned his lesson either! Lucky for the men though the redhead was fuming internally rather than voicing all of this.


Getting in her rented speeder, Delila left. She'd have to hoof it back to the Tingel Arm. Maybe her temper would be a bit better by the time she arrived home.

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Delila Castillon"][member="Brad Solo"]

Hawk rolls his eyes at Dells suggest of military academy. Like that would ever happen. He watches her drive off before going inside. He couldn't believe she left like that. He had thought that they were friends. Some friend.

He gets a broom and bag begins to clean up the mess Brad had made. Hawk knew his vision was a possible future. He puts the garbage into a trash can in the garage. He run his hand lovingly over his old speeder bike. His father had given it to him to annoy his mom when he turned 16. He felt bad. What if Father had told him the truth? A tear runs down his face.

 

[Brad Solo]

Going into the bathroom Brad had maneuvered straight over to the sink. “NO”, he looked straight into the mirror looking at himself. He was so frustrated, so angry he could see the veins on the sides of his forehead popping out. It was more then just rage. It was taking all of his self control. He was once a Master of the Force. Now it took all of his will. He could really care less if it left him at a level as most Padawns. He was still very much at a point where he was out right refusing to use the Force by manipulating it with emotions. He was really trying to understand who he was karking mad at more. [member="Delila Castillon"], [member="Hawk Solo"], his father, or himself. It was about time to do things a new way. Brad was just done being nice. It was time to put a new swag in justice. He decided right there, there was going to be two ways Nathan was going to come home. He was either going to come willingly or come home in a body bag. Things were going to start to take a whole new dark turn.

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Brad Solo"]

Hawk wipes his cheek and goes back inside the house. He could sense Brad mood change. It was more intense..dark even. Great. "I am the only sane person left." He mutters to himself.

He decides to leave Brad alone. He would come down when he was ready. Hawk sits on the couch waiting to start Operation Get Father. Hawk wasn't too crazy with idea of letting Brad go alone. Especially with Brad's mood change. What if Father tries to turn Brad?

 

[Brad Solo]

After his heated moment in the bathroom Brad had collected himself back to his normal calm self. Or rather into a calmer state and not so much as the calm cool Brad in the past. Once he had done this he came out of the bathroom and down the stairs. Through door ways he could see [member="Hawk Solo"] sitting in the living room. Brad could not sense [member="Delila Castillon"] here at the house. It seemed as she really did leave. Here he thought that was that bond between them two soldiers would have even after being retired. Was he wrong or was she feeling to close and had to leave? It was so confusing to Brad he opted not to even think about it. “So Hawk”, Brad came into the room. “Is there any additional information I should know before I start on this mission?”

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Brad Solo"]

Hawk thinks for a moment what else did Brad have to know. "Hmmmm.. no I told you everything I can think of about him. I just wish you weren't going alone." He glances down at his feet than looks at Brad. "One of the reasons, I decided to get trained as Jedi...was because of my vision. One of my gifts is foresight." He holds up his hand. "I know that aren't alway accurate. The future is always in motion. Just be careful...I saw a possible future with you dead. It didn't show me how but it was connected with Dells not coming with you."

 

[Brad Solo]

[member="Hawk Solo"] [member="Delila Castillon"]

He did not say it but he did think it. Being dead is better off then some pains. Maybe Hawk did not see a literal death but a death of one’s soul. “Every day brings risk of death Hawk. If I feared it. It could lead to a fall. Maybe it is better off Dell is not coming for more then one reason. For one if I show up alone dad will be less on edge. It may give a opportunity to have a real talk with him.”

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Brad Solo"]

He nods. "Your right. He might be more at ease with you. You were always his favorite. Just don't fall for his riddles and double talk. Remember the reason you are there to bring him back."

----

It been a month since Nathan had his hands sliced off by his son. In that time he had gotten his hands replaced. Couldn't even tell that they weren't his. With Prince Xizor captured and presumed dead, the Hutts were running the show. They moved the base off of Nar Shadda to Tatoonie to Jabba's Palace.

Nathan was spending the day in Mos Eisley shopping for supplies. He stop at a local bar and went inside to wet his whistle.

 

[Brad Solo]

[member="Hawk Solo"] [member="Delila Castillon"]

With a raised eye brow Brad looked up from the floor, “I think it will be dad falling for the tricks and double talk this time. I will just send him the normal typed Holo message letting him know I’m doing well and ask him how he is doing. If he has fallen he will not be able to refuse the opportunity to fish for information and attempt to turn one of his sons. As for being his favorite don’t be silly and whinny. You’re starting to sound like Samantha always trying to cry for attention”, ok taking a jab at Sam was not really like the old Brad. But hay, Brad did not say anything that was untrue.

OOC: I know Dell stepped out but I keep on linking her. Far as I still know it is still open for her to jump back in. Maybe she will get made and go to Brad’s condo and rearrange Brad’s sock drawer, this making it all out of the order Brad took so long to put it all in. I doubt he changed the security locks.

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Brad Solo"]

"I hope you are right about this." He chuckles at Brad's jab about his twin. "Funny man. So while you and father are playing catch up. I'm supposed to be nearby in case it goes wrong...right?" He wanted to make sure that they were clear about the plan.

(OOC yeah Dells..welcome back anytime.)

 

[Brad Solo]

[member="Hawk Solo"] [member="Delila Castillon"]


“Yes”, Brad went further to explain, “Smuggle yourself close by but do not leave your ship. If things go south I will call for a pick up. This mean we might have to make an exit on the move. You know just like old times.”

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Brad Solo"]

"Alright. I'll go prep the ship. Make your call to Father. The sooner we get him out of this the better. Before more innocent are hurt." Hawk stands. "The ship is docked in hanger bay 24. See ya soon." Hawk walks out to the garage. He wipes down the speeder bike his father gave him. He climbs on it. The engine roars when it starts off. Hawk flies down the driveway and into the street heading toward the local spaceport.

The local spaceport was small. The only had 24 hanger bays. Their equipment were out of date but they were cheap. Hawk waves to the attendant as he goes to his rented hanger bay. The speeder bike skids to a stop next to his ship.

 

[Brad Solo]

[member="Hawk Solo"] [member="Delila Castillon"]


Wow, Hawk was all giddy like a teen age girl at all boy band concert. Hawk was quick, he just spouted off his love poem and ran off. What the fill, Brad was left thinking. Did all the romantic DNA in the family was inherited by him, Brad Solo.

Hawk was so quick to be off he forgot one major detail. They were supposed to slowly lure their father in so the old man would not suspect he was the one walking into a trap and not actually Brad. If you wanted to manipulate someone you had to subtly pull them in making them think it was all their idea.

Hawk just wanted to hit it and pull out not even taking the date to dinner. Frill he did not even bother asking his date for their name. Hawk seemed to forget it could take awhile for their dad to text back. Then there is the fact Brad has a job. If Brad just dropped everything for just a visit and there was no serious issues happening in the family...their dad could get susspicious.

So Brad was left there at the family house with a bottle of whiskey the holo comm.

While drinking he started to comm text their father Nathen Solo.

From: Bradsolo@corrnotcorelliada.org
To: Nathensolo@fiddle.com

Hay dad its Brad. I was just sitting here having a drink. You know I had seen Dell here within the last week. I had to take a trip to go see her so she could fill out some paper work from the bank. It went odd. I don’t know how to explain it.

Well when you get the chance let me know how you have been doing.

Take care, Brad

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Brad Solo"]

Hawk pushes the speeder bike into his cargo bay. He walks through the ship picking up Maddie toys. He was going to have to teach her to pick her thing. He wasn't a maid. He dumps her stuff on her bed. He smiles softly thinking of his daughter. He was missing the kids. More than he would admit.

---

The bar in Mos Eisley was half empty which was typical for the morning. It would get busier the higher the Suns Rose into the sky. Nathan took his nornal booth near the back entrance. His favorite waitress Sheila was working this morning. She greeting him with a big smile. "Morning Darling...want the usual?" She asked him. Nathan smiles lopsided at her. "Yes..thank you." Sheila walks off to get him his coffee and put his breakfast order in.

Sheila had just pour him some coffee when his com beeped with a text from Brad. He sips his coffee as he reads it. Poor kid was still hurting over his divorce. Nathan knew from his experience it takes time. At least Brad and Dells never had kids together.

Nathan texts Brad back

::::Hi Brad.

It takes time to get over a divorce. Give yourself time to heal. A part of you will always love Dells. I still love your mother and always will. Life been interesting lately. I ran into Hawk a few weeks back on Nar Shadda. The boy still causing problems. I had to lend him a hand or two to get him out of it.

It good hearing from you. Keep in touch.
Love Dad :::
Nathan sends the text. He chuckles at his pun. A hand or two..funny..No the boy took both. He didn't know who was more surprised him or Hawk.

 

[Brad Solo]

[member="Delila Castillon"] [member="Hawk Solo"]

Brad knew it was going to take a little while for his message to reach his father. It had to do with a lot of tech blather about distance to time travel equals something of the other. First your message had to travel through the local holo net work before hitting a main long distance holo dish that can transmit of planet to another solar system. Then it bounced back and forth through the holo net work from system to system until it reached the system your looking for.

After that who knows when Nathan would get around to checking his Holo e-mail. While waiting Brad picked up another small hand held personal communicator. This secure comm link was for only local channel, a channel that Brad could talk to other members of the Omega Protectorate eliminating a good chance someone would be listen into the conversation or pick up a text message.

The message read:

I need one of those special packages for a black ops mission. You know that drug you showed me the other day. Also for this mission we will need a special transport to pick up a special guest that would require the special package and the special transport. I will be in touch. Col. Solo out...

Well he sent the message and it was going to take time for that message to be returned even though it was a local channel in Corronot city. So Brad got up from the couch and started to turn off lights and lock up the house. Thinking either this mission was going to go well or go south real quick.

Locking the front door Brad headed over to his speeder and is OP Comm beeped twice. Pulling the device out the message read...

Package will be ready for pick up in the morning. Confirmation on transport is secure. It will be waiting for order pending. LT. Sander out...

That was some good new, he put the comm back into his pocket and got into his seeder. It was not until he was half way back to Corronot City when his personal comm beeped. Brad pulled over and read the message from his father. Well so far the plan was going well. So it seemed his father was acting like it was a normal conversation.

Brad taxed back...

::ad

When will he ever learn. Maybe he should try to keep it in his pants more often. The he would have less husbands or angry boy friends trying to kill him for sleep with their woman. It is just a though. A thought that seems rather more like common sense. Tell me again how many times did you and mom drop him on the head when he was a baby?

Really wants to slap some sense into Hawk, Brad...

After that text message Brad started to drive again. Yes keep the conversation up like a typical talk. At some point he might ask Brad to come or maybe Brad could find a sensible normal reason to spark a conversation of maybe they should hang out sometimes soon.

 

[Delila Castillon]

[member="Brad Solo"] | [member="Hawk Solo"]



So she was in Corellia and had to wait for a seat on public transport out to the Corporate Sector. Delila did not possess a shuttle or vessel of any sort -- never really saw the need to. There was a bit of time to kill as folks weren't clamoring to escape to Etti IV or Levantine Sanctum space in any real hurry. The trip would leave later in the evening. This it left her in Cornet City with plenty of time on her hands. There was also the slight issue of finding her favorite pair of combat pants. The redhead was certain she had left them behind accidently during the divorce. Being homeless and ridding oneself of all possessions tended to bring some clarity on where things were and were not.


The speeder pulled into the luxurious complex, using the same security keycode that had allowed her access before. Parking was contained underneath the building. The spots were numbered and she merely pulled in, walking with general purpose to the turbolift. If one looked important and busy enough no one ever questioned them. Confidence was key.


Entering the same security code, Delila entered the empty turbo-lift and punched the floor number for the spacious home. It required the access code one more time and soon she was on her way up. The turbolift ride was always a fairly long one. The condo took up an entire floor near the top of the massive building. Leaning against the cool wall, Delila looked bored as the numbers ticked away. Soon though the doors opened into Brad's condo, stepping into the entry of sorts that led to the massive living room. Floor to ceiling windows let in incredible light and the condo had all of the top-of-the-line finishes. To her eye it looked like nothing had changed since she left quite some time ago.


Quickly she made her way to the bedroom, looking around. Something stopped her and Delila went to the bedside nightstand. On it was a few holopictures, including one of herself and Brad on vacation, grinning like two idiots on some tropical white-sand beach. Carefully she placed it back down before going to the dresser, starting with the top drawer. Socks were color coded light-to-dark. Quickly she glanced underneath them, trying to look for her pants. Nothing.


Still has a picture of us? Its been years.


Logically she squatted down. Anything of hers would be in the bottom drawers. No one used their bottom dresser drawers for anything every day use.

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Delila Castillon"][member="Brad Solo"]

It didn't take long to get the ship prep and ready to go. Hawk sat in his chair in the cockpit. He closes his eyes to mediate while he waited. He felt nervous about this plan. Too many things could go wrong. He needed to clear his mind.

---
After finishing breakfast, Nathan walked through the spaceport gathering supplies and information. His personal mission was still clear. He had to find away to break this slave ring. There were too many unanswered questions.

His com beeps with another text from Brad. Nathan chuckles. Same old Brad. Still very hard on his brother.

Nathan texts back.

::::LOL

It was only a few times I swear. I don't think getting too much sex is the problem this time. I think it the other problem..not enough sex or maybe it love. Good woman would settle that boy down. He has two kids with no woman.

Anyways enough about him.. when the last you and I got together? We should meet and have dinner. It been awhile.
Dad

Nathan knew it was a risk seeing Brad. He wasn't sure if his oldest son would understand what he was doing. He just wanted to see him before Hawk told him what happen.

 

[Delila Castillon]

Digging around in the bottom drawer brought her pants into view. Success! Delila drug them out and stuck the other items back in place. Yet there was a pause...would he notice they were gone? Quickly, Delila stripped off her boots and her current pants. They were roughly the same color, just a different style and cut. Hastily she folded them and stuck the garment in place of the old. The long-lost favorite pants were quickly put on, along with her boots.


Checking herself out in the 'fresher mirror, the redhead was quite satisfied with the end result. Perhaps [member="Brad Solo"] would never be wiser. Either way it was time to high-tail it out of the condo.

 

[Brad Solo]

[member="Hawk Solo"] [member="Delila Castillon"]

Hearing the commlink beep again Brad just glanced over to see it was his father leaving another message. Keeping on the theme Brad did not answer right away, he kept on driving. He went straight home. After all he was going to need to pack. After parking in parking garage Brad finely reached over and picked up his personal comm unit. Eyeing the message he was left baffled. No, why would he think it was because Hawk did not get enough? Did his father lack self control too? Maybe if they had treated the woman in their life like a lady and did not trat them like a piece of meat Hawk and Nathan would be better off.

Brad did text back though....


::Yes

I can’t leave right away tomorrow. I do have to file a deposition tomorrow for a pending case. Where are you at and how far of a trip will it be for me. It depends greatly where you’re at when I can take the leave to come see you.

Brad left the message as that and slipped the comm back into his pocket, got out of the speeder and started to walk over to the turbo lift.

 

[Hawk Solo]

[member="Brad Solo"]

Hawk's mediation last for a few hours. He saw many different version what could happen. Not many of them had a happy ending. Something was off here. Brad wasn't himself. Hawk never saw his brother so human. His body was cramp from sitting too long. He stretches out his body before getting out of the chair. He walks around the ship for a moment than decides to practice using both sabers.

He used two sabers before during his trail of skill against Rasu. He ignited both blades and begins going through the motions.
---

Nathan had one more item to pickup before heading back to Jabba's Palace. He made a stop in abandoned homestead near the Jundland Waste. It was half buried from recent sand storms. Nathan made his way into the dwelling. He was looking for supplies to make a new
lightsaber. The homestead belong to long lost Jedi Master. Nathan couldn't recall his name.

He locates a long cyclinder among other components. He already had a replacement crystal. He gets into the speeder when he recieves his son text. He didnt expect Brad to come right away.

:::I'm on Tatoonie for the moment. We could meet somewhere half way::